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[nogitsune-the]

Masterlist

Rules!

The Flash (no longer writing for)

Prison break (no longer writing for)

Baldurs gate

Criminal Minds

Avengers 

Teen Wolf

X-Men

Supernatural

Suicide Squad

My hero academia

The Walking Dead (Masterlist pending)

Prompts

Kinktober masterlist 2021

[skzyeri]

stiles stilinski fic recs

F - fluff S - smut A - angst ♡ - series ☆ - one shot ◇ - imagines and drabbles

last updated - 27/05/2026 ⤷ fic count - 44

@bamboozledbird ——————————

☆ goodbye n go | F. ⤷ the thing is, stiles isn’t an idiot. he’s stupid, but he isn’t dumb. he knows that it’s not normal to think about your best friend like this. that being so intensely attuned to the curve of her spine when she stretches or the hint of citrus that clings to her hair after she showers isn’t exactly platonic. 

@bellsamorelle ——————————

☆ do you feel bonita? | F. ⤷ kissing stiles and the lipstick of yours transfers to his, laughing when doesn’t notice it.

@bonniebird ——————————

☆ stiles stilinski x fem!reader | F. ⤷ "i can name three werewolves and one scandalous fact about the barbie franchise, does that help?"

@castielsloversblog ——————————

☆ stiles stilinski x fem!reader | F. ⤷ the second the catcall hit the air, you felt the shift. stiles immediately tensed beside you, his body going rigid as his jaw tightened. you could tell by the way his eyes darted to the guy that he was already weighing his options, whether to confront the guy, ignore it, or somehow make the awkward situation go away.

@companionjones ——————————

☆ first you knew susika, then, you knew stiles | A. ☆ stuck in traffic | F. ⤷ you meet a boy while stuck in a traffic jam.

@crybabystilinski ——————————

◇ first kiss | F. S.

@dancingwithdylan21 ——————————

☆ single | F. ⤷ stiles tries to plan a camping trip for his son and the reader doesn’t make it easy for him.

@djobriens ——————————

◇ stiles with reader who has a resting bitch face

@elovestowrite ——————————

◇ stiles x witch!longtimebestfriend!reader headcanons

@em-ontv ——————————

☆ hit and fall | F. ⤷ stiles has been pining after you for years now, and this was his chance to woo you, at a lacrosse game, but nothing ever really goes his way, does it?

@exlnk ——————————

☆ void!stiles stilinski x afab!reader | S.

@fairyyobrien ——————————

☆ avoided love | F. ⤷ (this takes place in Season 3b. void stiles x reader) *no major warnings just be prepared to be turned on by badass stiles* (make out sesh)

@fclsebnnyodair ——————————

☆ loser stiles and his out-of-his-league pretty girlfriend | F. ⤷ when stiles finally asks you to be his girlfriend and you say yes, he can’t believe it —and he’s not the only one. you two come in very different fonts. but, you’re so quick to prove him and his self-deprecation that you like him, fully and shamelessly.

@itsjustrosee ——————————

☆ needs | S. - [void!sties x fem!reader] ⤷ stiles and the reader have a flirty-friendship, but aren't in an established relationship. when stiles gets possessed by the nogitsune, he comes to the readers house who is unaware that he's been possessed. ☆ let me take care of you | S. - [void!stiles x fem!reader] ⤷ stiles and reader are in an established relationship, however reader doesn't know that stiles got possessed by the nogistun (sorry I don't know how to spell it) and is now void.

@magical-reid ——————————

☆ in another league | F. ⤷ stiles stilinski, caught in his usual whirlwind of chaos and awkwardness, finds himself hopelessly smitten by you after you unknowingly rock his world by wearing his lacrosse jersey at the pep rally. in a moment of fate, you tease him with a casual compliment, leaving stiles both flustered and hopeful that maybe, just maybe, you’re beginning to notice him too.

@mydearzero ——————————

☆ bribes | S. ⤷ you get paired with stiles to write a paper for coach's class. but when had stilinski grown into his awkward features? when had he grown out his buzzcut? why was he suddenly so insanely fuckable?

@nogitsune-the ——————————

☆ baby steps | A. ⤷ it wasn’t expected and it had all happend so fast, one minute you are sitting in the car heading towards school the next you wake up in the hospital learning you might not ever walk again.

@perseephoneee ——————————

☆ secret santa | F. ⤷ "why did lydia think this was a good idea?" stiles groaned, opening the 'secret santa email.' scott was sitting on his bed doing homework while Stiles debated the merits of ignoring the email. 

@seasprincess ——————————

☆ stiles stilinski x female reader | F. ⤷ a chemistry project with a lot of chemistry ◇ kissing practice with bf!stiles | F. S. ⤷ stiles stilinski has never had a girlfriend. well not until now. but seeing as he’s not had a girlfriend before. he doesn’t know a lot of…relationship things. ◇ this drabble | F. ⤷ stiles stilinski cares more about his girlfriend than anyone else. even himself.

@spiderwcd ——————————

☆ get well soon | F. ⤷ y/n has been married to stiles for a year now. but has bills and loans to pay off. when she gets sick, it’s up to stiles to take care of her. ☆ take care of yourself | A. ⤷ the group is searching for their parents and y/n is a psychic and agreed to help them after draining her battery. will she pull through?

@star--stilinski ——————————

☆ stiles stilinski x reader | F. ⤷ at first, stiles didn't even notice it. the way his heart would race and his cheeks would flush; he was used to having that reaction around you. so used to it, in fact, that he had stopped letting it be a distraction. you'd giggle at his joke or look up at him through your lashes and he'd blush, fidget, move on. like his own little routine.

@star-girl-05 ——————————

☆ we're dating? | F. ⤷ “i’m your girlfriend?”

@star--stilinski ——————————

☆ stiles stilinski x reader | F. S. ⤷ wow, you're so fucked. stiles is standing next to you, a sweaty beacon of pride as he chats with scott and isaac excitedly, his lacrosse uniform still on and not making things any easier for you.

@stargrillzz ——————————

☆ not exactly your tipe | F. ⤷ the most popular and hottest girl...into stiles?

@strawberryglock ——————————

☆ how many drinks? | S. ⤷ a dirty lunchroom hypothetical gets stiles hot and bothered. hopefully no one notices the suspicious placement of his hands over his crotch, especially not you. ♡ stilinski's reputation | S. ⤷ "whatever you do, avoid number twenty-four at all costs"

@sundrop-writes ——————————

☆ blood in the water | A. - [void!stiles] ⤷ being stiles's best friend, you are incredibly worried about him when you figure out that he is quite literally not himself - and that the thing currently occupying his body could be destroying it in the process. when you approach him to show this concern, void takes a particular interest in you. he's not capable of love, or even fondness, but he likes you. and he likes the way your fear spikes when you talk about stiles. so he makes you a deal - he'll agree to take care of this fleshy, mortal host, in exchange for something more precious, more rare, and more delicious than the meal you have brought for stiles. he wants your pain. he wants your tears. ♡ brainwashed | S. ⤷ stiles likes you. he really, really, really likes you. it’s bordering on obsession, but he likes to believe that he has it under control. so when you accidentally leave a pair of your panties in his presence, ripe for the taking, and they’re in his backpack faster than he can blink - he realizes that he might not have it as under control as he would like to think. but he can’t find it to be too much of a problem when he has those panties wrapped around his cock. ⤷ [ part 2 ] ◇ mister mxyztlk

@swansimagines ——————————

◇ imagine being derek’s sister and him finding out that you’re secretly dating stiles

@tomsparkyr ——————————

☆ motel california | F. S. ⤷ when coach tells people the room requirements and the 'no sexual perversions perpetrated' rule by the so-called 'little deviants', it only makes the couple want to break that rule even more.

@touchtheinvisiblestars ——————————

◇ found you

@uhhhj13iguess ——————————

☆ that was the best sleep i've had in months | F. ⤷ after the horrors of mexico, stiles is absolutely exhausted. it seems you were feeling the same. ☆ kiss it better | F. A. ⤷ like the stydia kiss in season three when stiles is having a panic attack, except you're the one panicking and he kisses you! ☆ in his flannel | F. ⤷ you show up for a study session in a particular choice of clothing ☆ stiles, are you hard right now? | S. ⤷ you and stiles make a break for the supply closet the second a fight breaks out at the bank. a series of unfortunate events ensues.

@ursogorgeous13 ——————————

☆ in between stile stilinski | F. S. ⤷ when entering university you never once thought you would find romance, after all you were there for an education. you get paired up with a guy from your psychology class, which happens to blossom a friendship and soon after a relationship.

@voidangxls ——————————

☆ "you're coach's daughter!?" | F. ⤷ you and stiles have been talking recently but he finds out who your dad is.

@voltronisanobsession ——————————

◇ being stiles' twin - [platonic!reader]

[nogitsune-the]

Thank you so much for including me in a list with all these amazing writers ❤️❤️

[serenitaria]

love bleeds in daturas (s. qin)

what if reader were pregnant when her dragon died?

w.c: 2,162 || somewhat proofread warnings: somewhat angsty a/n: inspire by this beautiful artwork done by @art-by-ady

the sun sets on another day but you can't enjoy it. not the way you used to with your dragon. with his scales wrapped around you and you both gaze upon the pinks and purples of the horizon bleed into blues. with his scales scaling up and down your body absentmindedly. three months. it's been three months since that day, since...the end of a lifeline.

you'd spent the first month alone, surviving off of the last of foods he collected. the second, you'd started collecting and adding to the cave, wanting something familiar. by the third, you'd begun to feel sick, it's not like you were taking the best of care of yourself. everything felt like a weight on your legs - eating, cleaning yourself and living, things that had felt so normal with him, felt like a noose around your neck. why not just follow after him, you thought.

your will to live seemed to dwindle with each passing day but something started to feel...different. you'd somehow been eating more and more. it was strange, you hadn't had such a vigor for eating in months. it all came to a head one night when your belly started cramping and your mind ran across something important.

when was your last lunar cycle?

you sit up from your bed of pelts and you genuinely could not recall having it since he left. a time of the month that was once simply a part of life, another thing that became so beautiful and gentle with him. he always ensured you rested more and had the heartiest of stews and meats once the smell of blood became stronger. maybe the grief had disrupted your body. you gently place a hand on your stomach to feel around and you notice that you had gotten fuller. a lot fuller.

you'd heard women from the nearby village speak about this.

you were with child. somehow you had a strong feeling you were right.

a piece of him. you would live, if only to experience him again and give him better that what he was given.

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"two beautiful boys dearie, wonderful job" the midwife you'd met months prior praises you but all you could look at was what was laying next to you.

you'd met mrs. jiang while you were returning from a food trip when you'd passed five months. she'd gently chided you for carrying so much weight when you were so full with child. now that you think back, you should have realized it wouldn't be one baby. when you'd mentioned that i was only you, she softened and helped you home. you'd learned that she had served as a midwife in a neighboring kingdom for 10 years before moving after her husband's death. she'd somehow stuck around, with you coming to her home once a week to check on you - at her request. she'd never pried. she simply attached herself to you so when your labor pains had begun in the cave, she somehow found her way there.

you look on at the two wriggling babies next to you. staring at them for a few minutes before mrs. jiang's voice bring you out of your hypnotized state.

"what shall you call them?" she gazes at you while drying her hands with a cloth.

"luke and kieran." you'd seen those names in your dreams for the latter half of your pregnancy and you knew that it had to be their names.

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"my sweetest boys, i wish your father were here to see you." another night of laying next to them as they sleep. you'd been doing it to help them sleep but it often extended to well after they were out. you watched as their little chests rose and fell with their breaths and their cheeks fluffed up and down. they looked so much like him. same with their hair, same dragon horns and markings. they were just like their father, beautiful.

you brush luke's hair back before gently patting kieran's stomach, surely full from all the milk he'd eaten.

he should have been here. he would have adored them. done everything he could to give them better than what he had. burned the world anew so they would not even think the cruelty he went through was possible.

when you finally decided to settle for sleep, you found your thoughts running to him again.

'Don't worry, I am not alone. I bound your soul to me so you can find me. Find us. In another life perhaps. I named them. Luke and Kieran. Our sons. Or maybe they will find you.'

that is the last thought you remember before drifting off.

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"Fahliiv mu dathra" kieran says while looking at a photo in the boss' living hallway. a garden of daturas.

"what did you just say?" sylus emerges, unsure if he'd heard right.

"umm boss..." "what did you say?"he repeats again, silencing luke's attempt at any interruption.

these two mysterious boys showed up on sylus' doorstep a few months prior and never left. they'd asked for a place at onychinus and sylus didn't even get to tell them no. strangely, he couldn't tell them no. everytime he looked at them, he'd felt these strong feelings he couldn't described. something about them is familiar. he couldn't place it for a while but he still allowed them to stay, the silver streaks in their hair mirroring his own silver locks.

"Fahliiv mu dathra," kieran says a bit more confidently, his eyes gauging what sylus' reaction could take.

he hadn't heard that in so long. he hadn't heard it in this lifetime. he squints his eyes to decipher whether the twins are playing some weird joke. either way, where could they have heard that? when he sees their expressions remain, he decides to question again.

"where did you learn that?" he decides a new line of questioning.

"...our mother" he could hear the nervousness in his voice. that answer left him confused and the twins took it as a signal to keep going.

"our mother told us it was a funny thing between her and our father. an attempt when she first tried to learn his language."

"learn my language." they both end at the same time. he takes a clear look at their face and he finally sees. it's you. in both of them. but it's also him.

sylus' mind was beginning to spin with one thought. you were pregnant. with his children. you were with child. and you were alone in that cave. he feels sick. but he also feels happy. he had sons.

"was your mother-?" the twins see the gears turning in his head and decides it was now or never.

"yes, she was." luke confirms and his heart does something. it sinks and explodes all at the same time. he slowly moves to his living room and finds the couch, with the two boys in tow.

"how did you know that i was your father?" he takes one thing at a time.

"she used to draw a sketches of a man and one night we heard her saying she missed you. we kinda put things together there considering she mentioned 'his beauitful silver hair.'" luke answered and kieran continues "there were nights she'd cry herself to sleep with the parchment clutched in her hands." this breaks sylus. he's not someone who cries. he willed himself to not cry time and time again but tears seemed to disobey and cloud his vision.

"we started seeing you in our dreams two years ago and simply thought it meant nothing until we saw you while working an auction last year." luke admits and sylus doesn't even recall seeing them then.

"mom doesn't remember us?" his tone sounds disappointed, especially since he'd seen sylus sitting at his desk once mephisto return from astra knows where, with her photos appearing on his computer screen, and sylus decides to be honest, with everything now in the open.

"she doesn't. not yet. but i'm going to make sure she will." he proclaims and he sees the two in front of him visibly perk up. he explains that you haven't even met in this lifetime but you are a hunter in Linkon.

he awkwardly pulls them both and gives them a firm hug, his emotions needing somewhere to go. this was definitely new territory but soon he would have you back and you could both finally be a family.

he would take a bit of time to process what the boys have told him but what he does immediately know is that what was between you and him was real. these boys were living proof of the love you both planted among the daturas.

"Fahliiv mu dathra " - "Love in my daturas" || reader had made a simple mistake and meant love of my daturas' and it became something endearing between her and sylus. a/n: quickly remembered that the writing itch does NOT care what priorities you have and you have to write before it leaves. the art piece by @art-by-ady absolutely floored me and had me in tears for a few minutes(as per my comment on the post lol) so please take a look it to see where this idea came from.

comments, likes and reblogs aren't mandatory but are very much appreciated. thank you <3

masterlist

sereitaria || please do not copy, steal or translate my work. and do NOT feed my works into any ai.

[art-by-ady]

What if: MC was pregnant when Dragon Sylus died 🥹

Story update from @soldiershunterswitchesandroyals : unsure if this will actually be done by the goal I had set for mother's day. The twins have decided they want this to be longer than I originally intended as a one shot. Good chance I might end up doing multi chapters on this since I'm no where near done and haven't started editing it. So if it's not completed by mother's day I will at least post the first chapter. I plan on giving my beta reader access to it so they can at least read that so we can have a Sunday post as planned

Art commission and story idea by @soldiershunterswitchesandroyals I was honestly crying my heart out while creating the panels.

I love this idea so much ✨

This is the music in my head while creating the art

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Snippet of fic:

“…uhh,” you said slowly. “Aang…you might wanna see this.”

Something in your tone made him pause.

“…what did they break?” he asked, already walking toward you.

“Nothing,” you said.

“That’s worse.”

He reached you just as you leaned slightly to the side, pointing into the small hut built off the side of the house, the one meant for “temporary animal use” that had very quickly stopped being temporary.

Aang looked inside, then froze.Because sitting in the middle of the hut, was Momo who was curled protectively around Skilo ( your lemur ) her tail wrapped loosely around his.

And nestled between them....Two tiny, fuzzy, chirping babies.

Small bodies. Oversized ears. Tiny tails twitching as they wiggled closer to their parents.

Aang’s eyes went wide. “…babies.”

You leaned slightly closer to Aang. “…and uh…look out the window.”

Aang blinked, turned and immediately lost his mind.

“BABY APPAS!!!!”

He didn’t even finish the sentence before he was moving, vaulting out the window without a second thought, bare feet hitting the ground as he sprinted into the yard.

“APPA AND SURA HAD BABIES!”

[nogitsune-the]

Rebloging so I can go back and read this again later and more later❤️

[nogitsune-the]

Scam going around be careful

Don't know how many people will sre this but there is a scam going around where people claim they mass reported you, don't add the discord person they send you!

Hopefully the person who messaged me gets their account back as I've followed them for 8 years !

[kaiist]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 ⋯ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

You’d been on the bed for a while, flat on your back, doing nothing in particular. Xavier was at his desk doing the quiet, focused kind of nothing that looked like everything, eyes on the screen, completely still except for the occasional blink. You watched the back of his head for a moment before you said it.

“Xavier.”

“Yes?”

“Come lie on me.”

The typing stopped. He turned his head, not fully, just enough to look at you sideways. “Lie on you?”

“Yeah. Full body. I want the pressure.”

He pushed back from the desk and approached the bed, pausing at the edge to look down at you, then at the available space, then at you again.

“Face up or down?” he asked.

“What?”

“Do you want my face—”

“Just—however. Come on.”

When he lowered himself down it was careful—both forearms coming to rest on either side of you first, taking his own weight before he let it drop slowly. His face ended up tucked against your neck, which didn’t seem to be something he’d planned, but he didn’t adjust it. The solid press of him settled over you immediately—warm, grounding, real in the way that things with actual weight always were. He fit against you more naturally than either of you expected.

His breathing evened out quickly. He didn’t fidget.

You moved your hand up into his hair without really thinking about it, and you could feel the small, almost the way his body loosened at the touch—enough that you nearly laughed.

“You’re going to fall asleep,” you pointed out.

“I am,” he agreed.

You scratched gently at his scalp and felt the quiet, involuntary way he pressed closer.

Neither of you moved for a long time after that.

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

He’d been standing at the kitchen counter reading through case notes when you came and leaned in the doorway. He didn’t look up, but the slight shift in his posture said he’d clocked you.

“Come lie down on me.”

“I’m in the middle of something.” Still not looking up.

“Zayne. Put it down.”

He did look up then. His gaze moved over your face. Then he set the papers down, stacked them, and came.

He sat on the edge of the bed first, his fingers brushing your ankle as he passed. Then he positioned himself with one arm sliding beneath you rather than leaving you flat, and his weight settled in—chest to chest, one leg draped over yours, his arm drawing across your back in a hold that was firm without being tight. He didn’t overthink the arrangement. He just settled, like he’d decided exactly how this was going to go before he even lay down.

“Your shoulders are tense,” he said.

“I know.”

Without fanfare, he reached up and pressed his thumb into the base of your neck, working a slow, deliberate circle. His mouth brushed your hairline, his nose nuzzling lightly against your skin. Then his hand moved once along your side—a slow drag from shoulder to waist—and stilled again, tucked around you like it belonged there.

Outside, rain had started against the window, faint and steady.

“Anything happen?”

“No. Just—” You exhaled. “Nothing. I just wanted this.”

You turned your face into his jaw, and he turned his into your hair, and the case notes stayed folded on the counter for the rest of the evening.

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

He’d been following you around the apartment for the better part of an hour for no discernible reason—picking things up, setting them back down, asking questions he didn’t wait for answers to. When you finally sat down on the bed, he appeared in the doorway within seconds, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed.

You looked at him. “Come here and lie down on me.”

He pointed at himself. “You want me to just… land on you?”

“Yes.”

“Like, fully?”

“Yes, Rafayel. Fully.”

He grinned, pushed off the doorframe, and made his way over. He flopped down onto you with a small bounce and then wriggled around adjusting himself until he was comfortable, which took longer than it needed to. He shifted his arms twice, nudged your shoulder with his nose, shifted again—and then finally, finally, went still. His face pressed into the side of your neck and stayed there, completely unapologetic about his weight.

“Okay,” he announced. “I’m here. I’ve arrived.”

“You really have.”

The weight of him was warm, and he had absolutely no intention of moving—obvious from the way his entire body went lax within about thirty seconds.

He went quiet. That lasted another thirty seconds before asking, “Am I doing it right?”

“You’re not doing anything, you’re just lying there.”

“I’m providing a service,” he said, muffled against your neck.

You laughed, and he made a smug noise against your collarbone. His lips pressed to the side of your throat. Then again, a little higher.

“Rafayel.”

“What? I’m just lying here.”

𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

You looked at him across the room and said, “Come here and lie down on me.”

He looked at you. That attention of his settled over you and stayed there, and the faint curve at the corner of his mouth told you he’d already decided before he’d even moved.

“You want me, hm?” he asked, wanting to hear you say it.

“I did just say that.”

He crossed the room without a word and stood over you for a moment—just long enough to make you feel it—before he came down. One hand braced beside your head as he lowered his weight gradually, like he was giving you the chance to change your mind. The pressure of him arrived in stages; his chest against yours, his legs along yours, and then his face, finally level with your own.

He was warm and heavy, and he looked at you from this close without looking away. His hand moved from beside your head to your face—just the backs of his fingers, dragged slowly from your temple to your jaw, the touch so deliberate it barely felt like it counted.

Then he dropped his head. His lips pressed to your cheekbone and stayed. Move to your temple. Then his face tucked alongside yours, jaw against jaw, and he exhaled slowly against your skin like he’d been holding something and had only just let it go.

His eyes were still open. “Better?”

“Getting there.”

The amusement had mostly left his face. “You could have just said you wanted me close.”

“You’d have enjoyed that too much.”

He hummed. “And this I’m not enjoying?”

One arm wrapped beneath you. The hold was close—closer than the moment asked for, the kind of closeness that was its own answer to a question neither of you had said out loud.

His thumb traced your side, once. Then stilled.

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁

“Lie on me.”

He grinned. “Lie on you?”

“Full body. Right now.”

“So you want me to just—” He gestured vaguely between the two of you.

“Caleb.”

“I’m doing it, I’m doing it. Activating blanket mode.” He dropped onto the bed like it was the most natural thing he’d ever been asked, swung himself over you, and settled his weight down with no hesitation. One arm slid beneath your shoulders, the other spread flat across your back and pressed you gently in toward him as the rest of him came down. He was solid and warm, and he fit himself to you so easily it almost felt rehearsed.

You could feel the moment he actually settled—some tension in his shoulders that he’d been carrying all day quietly releasing, his body going heavier and softer at once. His thumb moved at your side, slow and rhythmic, not quite thinking about it.

A beat of silence.

“Is it working?” he asked.

“You’ve been on me for four seconds.”

“Right, right.” He lasted another ten before his hand moved to your forehead, fingers brushing across it slowly. His thumb traced the edge of your ear.

“You do this thing,” he said, voice dropping a little, “where you don’t ask for things until you really need them.”

You didn’t answer.

His arms tightened, pulling you further in. “I don’t mind. You can just say so.” He pressed his mouth to your temple and held it there a moment too long to be casual. “Anytime.”

The word landed somewhere it was meant to. You turned your face slightly toward him and felt him smile against your skin before he tucked his chin back down.

Based on this request.

[nogitsune-the]

I ask my sister to do this when un overstimulated I want this now 🫠❤️

[tsk11shm]

ingyentsim (n.) — mystery, enigma

your body washed up on the beach, unconcious, scarred, tangled in algae and… different from any other na’vi seen by metkayina clan. questions are left without any answer, when your eyes finally open, but not a single memory occurs in your mind. without a name, without a past, without any familiar face around you, you need to learn how to navigate your new life, connect with new people and discover where did you came from.

reader x various avatar characters (aged up neteyam, lo’ak, ao’nung)

chapters:

i. found.

ii. out.

iii. help.

iv. treasure.

[earthsrirshaart]

Lesson One 🐣🩷

[nogitsune-the]

Cuteness overload 😍😍❤️❤️

[byunpum]

Gentle Giant

Pair: So’lek x Human child

Warning: None. So’lek Being a gentle giant, paternal instinct, child abandonment

Request: Tsu’tey adopted daughter series is my favorite but can I have mix of frontier of Pandora?

Note: I'm still learning all the characters from Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora. So please forgive me if I make a mistake. Also, if you would like to see more about this writing, let me know.

AVATAR MASTERLIST

So'lek hadn't planned this, and he was at a complete loss as to what to do. He was in the middle of the forest, with a little girl clinging to his leg. He had found her by total accident. He had been informed of an explosion near one of the RDA facilities. He was supposed to be accompanying Sarentu; it was just going to be a quiet patrol. To check that none of his people had been injured. However, here he was, standing still, looking at the strange creature. He felt that if that little creature kept touching him, he would catch something. Small human creatures were something So'lek had only heard about, and that was because Priya never stopped talking about how adorable they are.

"Ba baba.aaba," says the little one, sitting on the muddy jungle floor, looking at the man. Meanwhile, So'lek continues to look around in confusion. This little creature must have her family somewhere, So'lek thought as he began to hear the creature's cries. "No... be quiet," So'lek said firmly, pushing the little girl away slightly with his foot. This made the girl even more upset and she cried louder. So'lek didn't know what to do. It was starting to rain, and he wasn't going to take that thing with him. It could be dangerous... or not? "Hey... shall we go?" asks Sarentu, approaching So'lek and standing in shock at the scene. Next to him was a baby. She runs towards the girl and picks her up from the ground. "Awww, look what we have here," says Sarentu, taking the girl in her arms. But in a quick movement, So'lek takes her away and puts her back on the ground. "Don't touch her, she could be dangerous," says So'lek as he wipes his hands.

Sarentu laughs, while the little girl starts crying again. "Where did you get her?" asks Sarentu, examining the creature from afar. "She came to me... and touched me," says So'lek, looking as if he were afraid of the tiny thing. "They are the cubs of humans, that's what they look like... they are very vulnerable. We can't leave her here," says Sarentu. "Her parents should come for her... it's better not to touch her," says So'lek, watching as the creature stops crying and comes closer again. Now using his leg to stand up and raise her arms so that So'lek can carry her. "No... go away," says So'lek, moving away a little. But it was in vain... because, unfortunately for him, the dangerous creature was walking. "I already checked the area... and I don't think there are any survivors," Sarentu says sadly. Apparently, the little girl had survived.

"Well... it's not our problem," So'lek was about to leave, but someone was already holding his leg tightly. When he moved, the little girl started to laugh. Sarentu had to laugh too; she was adorable. "Apparently, she likes you a lot... come on, we have to take her to the shelter," said the girl, walking away from So'lek. "Hey!!! Don't leave me here with this thing," said So'lek, seeing that his complaints were being ignored. He pulled away from the girl's grip and walked a little further away. But he stops short when he hears crying. He tried to ignore it, but he didn't have the heart to do that. Turning around to look, the girl was crying on the ground... the rain had already wet her a little. In the distance, he could see the smoke rising from what was once her home. He sighed dramatically, approaching the little girl. So'lek might look tough, but he didn't have the heart to leave that creature there alone. The jungle could be very dangerous...it would be a quick dinner for any animal. In one swift, quick motion, he picked up the girl with one hand, holding her against his forearm. The little girl stopped crying immediately, holding on tight. So'lek didn't know why he was doing this; it was dangerous and foolish. But there he was, flying his ikran, on his way to the shelter.

So'lek arrived at the shelter and handed the girl to Priya, who excitedly checked on her. "From what I can see, she's only one year old... so tiny," said the woman. The people in the shelter couldn't stop looking at her and trying to get the little girl's attention. But she was only looking at So'lek, who was sitting far away... very far away from them. In a corner, he tried to figure out what was going on and why the child was staring at him with such determination. He sighed to himself and left the shelter to continue with his life. As soon as he walked out the security doors, he heard the child begin to cry. But he kept walking.

The days went by, and all so'lek heard was the creature's crying and everyone in the shelter complaining. They didn't know what to do anymore. They had already given her food and played with her. But it was all useless. She had only slept for a few hours, only to wake up and cry. They were slowly going crazy, to the point of leaving the girl alone in a small playpen in the middle of the shelter. Apparently, when she was alone, she calmed down a little. So'lek thought this was stupid and very irresponsible on the part of the group. She was a small baby who was supposed to need attention 24/7, not be left alone to her fate. So, without anyone noticing and very determined about what he was going to do, he waited for the right moment to execute his plan.

One afternoon, when the shelter was empty and some members were asleep, So'lek entered cautiously. Approaching the playground, he saw that the girl was sitting there playing with some blocks that Dr. Alma had left her. "Hello," So'lek said quietly. Seeing how the child looked up at him and gave him a smile, an adorable laugh, melted his heart. This melted the man's heart, but of course... he wasn't going to show it. "Come here... come," So'lek gestured with his hands, watching as the girl got up and walked toward him. Surprisingly silent, she was very determined to reach him. He took her in his arms, bringing her close to his face.

The little girl placed her small hands on So'lek's face and smiled again. For the first time, he could see her clearly. She had messy hair, a small nose, and small eyes. She looked so delicate that she barely weighed anything. He pulled her closer to his chest, watching as the girl calmed down and began to play with his decorations and bulletproof vest. "You like it... I can get something similar for you," So'lek said in a low voice. Calm and kind... a gentle giant. He could smell a peculiar odor coming from the creature. Lifting her into the air, he sniffed her. "Ahhh," So'lek grimaced in disgust. When was the last time you had a bath? He had to do something about it... maybe that was the reason why the girl cried so much.

He decides to leave the shelter, putting the oxygen mask on the girl and holding her in his arms. "I have to make some kind of carrying bag so I can carry you without any problems," So'lek says to himself. He knew the girl didn't understand, but he still told her his future plans. He was walking through the jungle, carrying the little girl to where he used to bathe. When he arrived, he thought for a moment... this shouldn't be difficult or any different from bathing a Na'vi child. To tell the truth, they were very similar. So he carefully removed her clothes and placed the human child in the water. It was a small river, which was the perfect depth. He cleaned the girl, noticing that she didn't complain at all. She was quiet and played with everything she saw. She touched the rocks and some of the vegetation around her, while So'lek continued to clean the little girl's hair.

After the bath, So'lek took some fabric left over from his outfit and placed it around the girl's waist. Trying to create a kind of tewng. "Later I'll make you something better... come here," So'lek took the girl in his arms, settling her in to take her back to the shelter. "We have to feed you... and then I'll look for something to do," he continued talking to himself, feeling the child falling asleep in his arms. He smiled a little to himself. "You also need a name... how about Y/N?" said So'lek, looking at the human child, who was already fast asleep, curled up in his arms. Looking for more warmth. "Y/N, that will be your new name... I'll teach you how to hunt, how to speak Na'vi, we have many things to learn," says So'lek. So'lek didn't know how he had ended up in this situation... but he was sure that this time no one would take his happiness away from him.

[nogitsune-the]

Im gonna cry I live this so much 🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️

[sugaryewscythe]

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[gachihive]

Night time Nightmare

Bro x wife reader, Dear x mom reader

My first Bro x Reader hope you guys enjoy it, I really liked writing it! I imagine that Bro and his family have a private apartment in HQ tucked away from the normal dorms. Yes, I count Guita as Bro's daughter too and HC that she lives with him and Dear.

⚠️ Warnings! Allusions to sex! That's it.⚠️

Kisses, enjoy!

The night is supposed to be quiet... well, mostly quiet; it's supposed to be quiet with the exception of Bro's quiet snoring. You're lying next to him, leg flung over his waist, held loosely in a massive hand, body tucked against him, head on his shoulder, his other arm wrapped around your back and hand heavy on your hip; until one of you changes position that is.

But it's not quiet. You have your chin resting on his pec, eyes closed, mom senses like Bro and your kids like to call them has you listening.

You can hear your son refusing to settle; huffing and turning, and you know it's not because he's hot or sick; it doesn't sound the same.

"Bro," you whisper, sitting up and shaking him awake. He hums and cracks an eye open, gaze bleary with sleep. "Dear is having a nightmare." And you both start moving in tandem. Your husband reaches for an extra pillow, you climb over his waist, throwing on his discarded shirt on the way to the door. When you open it and step out, he's already pulling on his boxers.

You're halfway through the living room when Dear opens his door, he startles when he sees you in the glow of the night lights.

He's adorable in his oversized jammies and binky, his hair a cotton ball of poof and disarray.

"Hi sweetie," you greet.

You know he won't talk about the nightmares not when they're fresh. So instead you usher him to your room, careful not to wake Guita.

When you make it into the room it's all practiced movement; Bro picks up Dear comforting him in hushed whispers, you climb into bed and when you're settled you reach for your son, finally Bro climbs in last turning off the bedside lamp.

"We need a bigger bed," Bros whispers, nudging Dear, tucking him against your side.

"He says that every time, doesn't he, Dear? Then gets offended when we bring it up." You giggle.

Slowly, you three settle into your spots, slipping back into sleep, wrapped in your hubby's arms. Tonight's nightmare is left for the morning's light and Guita's surprise attacks.

"I really got lucky," you hear Bro say in the dark just before slipping completely into sleep.

[nogitsune-the]

This is so cute!!

[navybrat817]

The Greatest Gift

Pairing: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You have wonderful news to share with Bucky and Alpine helps you.

Word Count: Almost 2.3k

Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, crying, pregnancy, mention of HYDRA, implied sex, POV shift (you, Bucky, and Alpine), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Some sweetness to start off the week! @soelstress, thank you for the suggestion of the sign and letting me run with this.❤️ Beta read by the amazing @mumbles411, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The bedroom was close to silent when you woke, snow softly falling outside. It was the kind of winter morning that coaxed you to stay under the covers just a little longer and bask in the warmth of the man holding you. Turning your head, you smiled tenderly at the sight of Bucky sleeping, his mouth parted slightly and his hair loose around his face. His breaths were steady and gentle. It was beautiful to see him peaceful like this.

No missions. No nightmares. Just the sanctuary of your bedroom and home. 

You brought a hand to his cheek, your wedding ring shining in the low light. He moaned low and pushed his cheek closer to your palm, seeking you out in his sleep. Some days, you still couldn’t believe that he was your husband and wanted to spend his life with you. It was a dream come true.

And your dream was only getting brighter.

“Love you, Bucky,” you breathed, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Both of us.”

His hand drifted seemingly on instinct to your stomach when you shifted and you held your breath. Did he know? Or did he at least suspect? 

Bucky always said that you were beautiful, but he asked recently if you switched up something in your skincare routine. He noted that you had an extra glow. You played that off as lighting and a new vitamin, which wasn’t a lie since you started taking a prenatal. 

He hovered more than usual, too, his brows furrowed whenever you mentioned feeling fatigued. He cancelled a few things so you could get more rest. You also caught him staring when certain smells made your nose wrinkle, and he quietly tossed the items out before you could ask. 

Your husband always took care of you.

But did he know?

Either way, he’d find out soon enough since today was the day.

You somehow managed to slip free from his hold, which wasn’t an easy feat, and got out of bed. You didn’t want to wake him just yet. He deserved to dream sweet dreams for a bit longer.

“Hey, Alpine,” you whispered when you spotted her curled up near the front of the bed, a perfect ball of white fur. She blinked at you before she stood and stretched. She knew you needed her. 

You tiptoed out of the room, the cat following with grace and purpose. A flutter of nerves filled your chest before it shifted to excitement. You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face, the secret you carried ready to be shared.

The tiny chalkboard sat where you left it the night before. You’d lost count of how many times you wrote the message, erased it, and wrote it again, wanting it to be perfect. Picking it up with a shaky hand, you reread the message until the letters blurred together.

Mom & Dad are getting me a HUMAN!

Your stomach dipped and your hand flew to it. 

Your baby. 

You suspected you were pregnant when you missed your period, but you’d never forget the shock, happiness, and love that filled you when you saw the positive test. It had been real then, but it was sinking in just how real it was now, right on the edge of sharing the news with your husband. You and Bucky were already a family with each other and Alpine, but it was growing. 

“Do you think I’d be a good dad?” he asked, his voice so small it put a crack in your heart.

“I know you’ll be a good dad if and when that day comes,” you answered, relief and love softening his eyes.

“When,” he said determinedly, his hand warm against your stomach. “When we have a baby.”

You smiled softly at the memory. You thought about how to share the joyous news until it made sense that Alpine should be the one to do so. She helped save Bucky in many ways before you came along and she accepted you as his partner without question. She would be a wonderful big sister to your baby.

“You ready?” you asked. She meowed and sat up straight, and you smiled as you placed the chalkboard around her neck. “Let’s go get your dad.”

Your eyes instantly filled with tears. Dad. He was already one to the beautiful creature in front of you, and soon to the baby you made together. You took a steadying breath, willing yourself not to dissolve into a blubbering mess. 

Damn hormones. Thank God Bucky didn’t see you cry over that paper towel commercial the other day. How would you have explained that?

Alpine bumped her head gently against yours before she turned and strutted down the hall. You wiped your eyes and followed, your heart pounding in your chest when you stopped in the doorway. Bucky groaned when Alpine planted herself on his chest, and you held your breath as his eyes opened.

This was it.

“Al, what the hell?” he muttered, the sign swinging dangerously close to his face. You almost laughed before he sat up, careful not to knock his little partner-in-crime back. A flood of emotions crossed his face as he read the sign again. And again.

You exhaled because you had to. Was he happy? Was it his dream come true?

“Sweetheart…” 

Bucky checked the sign again to make sure the words didn’t change to FEED ME or You forgot my treats again, Old Man. But they didn’t. He wasn’t dreaming. And he suddenly couldn’t breathe.

“Mom & dad are getting me a human,” he read out loud, his voice cracking. 

You stepped into the room, your eyes brimming with unshed tears. There was so much love radiating from you. More than he ever thought he deserved.

“Is this…” He swallowed hard and got to his feet. He crossed the room in a few strides, grounding himself as he cupped your cheeks and searched your eyes for the answer he already knew. “Are you…”

“Yeah, Bucky. I’m pregnant.” You let out a watery laugh. “We’re having a baby.”

His heart cracked wide open.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you like you’d slip through his fingers if he let go. His lips found your forehead, your temple, your cheek. He felt your smile before he kissed your lips, and he couldn’t stop smiling either. The world had given him a special kind of happiness when you came into his life, and the world was blessing him once again.

A baby.

You were pregnant with his baby.

It all made sense now. 

The glow he couldn’t quite place. The fatigue that hit you out of nowhere. The random smells that bothered you. And he didn’t mention it in case he was too hopeful, but his enhanced senses picked up that your smell was slightly different. 

God, you were pregnant. 

Of course, you were.

“I knew it deep down,” he whispered, kissing your lips again just because he could. “I knew something was different.”

It was everything he wanted and more. 

You laughed softly again, a tear sliding from your eye. “You did?” 

“Yeah.” His thumb swept across your cheek to catch it. “You were glowing, tired, and…” He cleared his throat when his voice broke again. “I just didn’t want to say it and it not be true.”

That would’ve devastated him. 

HYDRA chipped away at Bucky’s humanity until there was almost nothing else left. He recovered, but he hadn’t dared to hope. Alpine helped him heal more, and then you came along and gave hope back to him. He loved again with his whole heart. And he quietly prayed that one day your family might expand because he wanted to be a dad to your child. Even if it never happened, loving you and Alpine would always be enough. 

But you had just given him something precious. 

You had given him more hope for tomorrow.

He exhaled and laughed, a sound torn between disbelief and awe. His hand drifted down and hovered over your stomach, almost afraid that he hadn’t earned the right to touch. “May I?” he asked.

You covered his hand with yours and guided it. 

The moment it settled there, something inside him shifted permanently. It wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t something dangled in front of him just to be ripped away. It was real.

“I’m gonna be a dad,” he said barely above a whisper. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

Your smile made his heart swell. 

He dropped to his knees and pressed the gentlest of kisses to your stomach. His baby was there. “I meant it when I said when and not if. I just…” He looked up at you, tears pricking his eyes. “I didn’t think I’d get this lucky.”

He wrapped his arms around you, his head pressing against your belly. For a moment, he thought he’d sob. He’d go to every single appointment and turn down any mission that would keep him away from you. He’d buy baby books and read every single one. And there was the spare room that he’d have to change into a nursery.

Alpine jumped off the bed with a meow, the sign still dangling around her neck. She batted his thigh with her paw, demanding some attention. She deserved it. 

“You little sneak.” He picked her up and briefly pressed his face into her fur. “You knew before I did, didn’t you?”

She meowed smugly.

“You did great, Al,” he promised. “Really great.”

He chuckled and looked up at you. His wife, the love of his life, and the mother of his child. His chest ached with something beyond love and devotion, something he couldn’t name but felt with his entire being. 

“This is the greatest gift you’ve ever given me, apart from saying ‘yes’ on our wedding day,” he said softly, setting the cat down and removing the sign with gentle care. 

“It’s the greatest gift to me, too,” you said, making his heart full all over again.

“Al,” he said, a teasing smirk on his face. “Thank you again for your help, but you may want to give your mom and me a minute or two.”

Your eyes widened. “Bucky, what are you-”

He chuckled when he picked you up and carried you back to bed, something primal blending in with the love he felt. He wasn’t planning on letting you leave it for the rest of the day. Not when he had you to worship. Not when they had so much to celebrate.

“I love you,” he said, meant for both you and your baby.

“We love you, too, Bucky.” You gazed up at him and he fell in love with you all over again. “We love you, too.”

Alpine’s tail slowly swayed as her mom and dad finally settled back into bed. She left when the laughter and joy faded into soft breaths and noises not meant for her. She was certain it was that every act that changed everything. 

She padded into the kitchen just as the timer went off, releasing food into her bowl. It was sufficient, but she fully expected a treat later for doing such a good job delivering the message. After that, she’d take a much deserved nap. 

Oh, her dad and mom. They loved each other so much. Truly. 

Her dad’s heart still thumped faster whenever her mom walked into a room. And her mom helped dad’s nightmares fade and made him smile again. They were a perfect match. 

But, honestly, it took them long enough to figure out the good news. 

She had known for weeks, long before the test and the chalkboard. Her mom’s scent changed, and so had her energy. Something on the television made her cry for no reason the other day. And her dad hovered more. He always did that when he loved something deeply. 

Humans could be terribly oblivious creatures. But dad and mom were her humans. She wouldn’t change that for the world. 

And soon, there would be another human in their home. A little brother or sister. Someone smaller. Louder. One who would grab her fur and cry at inconvenient hours.

She would allow it because this was her family. 

She would supervise. She would guard the door during naps. And she would help her dad watch over and protect her mom until her sibling arrived and after. 

Later, once the noise in the bedroom died down, she made her way back. Dad held mom close, their breathing slow and even now, his hand resting protectively on her stomach. They cried happy tears. She could tell. 

She jumped on the mattress and curled up beside them, the air light and happy. She would demand her treat soon, but this was good for now. This was right. 

And she was going to be an excellent big sister. 

Bucky’s thumb traced a heart on your belly, your chest tight. You were going to cry all over again if you weren’t careful. “If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up,” he whispered. 

“It isn’t a dream. It’s our life,” you whispered back, letting him pull you closer. “And it’s our miracle.”

He kissed your temple. “You’re the miracle,” he said, your heart skipping a beat. 

Alpine purred in agreement. 

Snow continued to fall outside, blanketing the world in beauty and quiet. Inside, surrounded by warmth and love, you, Bucky, and Alpine eventually drifted off to sleep. Your husband’s hand stayed on your stomach, protective and loving even while he rested. Your cat kept an open ear, also a guardian for your family. You’d make plans for the future tomorrow. 

Today, you’d rest, let yourselves have this moment of love and peace and celebrate your growing family.

Oh, the happiness and tooth-rotting fluff we deserve. How protective will Alpine be as a big sister? And how will they announce it to the team? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[autumnwitch67-reads]

[navybrat817]

Thank you so much! ❤️

[holmesandtheroman]

NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

[vanillianbean]

A Moment to Slow down

Word count: 742

Pairing: Ivor x Gender Neutral Reader

Content: Established Relationship, pure unadulterated domestic fluff

Summary: It wasn’t often that you could get Ivor to take a break, so you tried to take advantage of any time you could get.

Taking a quick Corbeau break to give some love to my favorite giant himbo, hope you enjoy 💜

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The gentle bobbing of a sail boat through waves was quickly lulling you into the best nap of your life. You could vaguely recall the sound of the ocean and maybe the calls of a few seabirds, but the steady, rhythmic movement was like a lifeline. The warmth of the sun was like being wrapped in a hug, making you feel safe as you faded into unconsciousness.

A whisper of your name made the water and waves fade away quickly. Your eyes cracked open, blearily taking in your surroundings. Right, it wasn’t the rocking of a boat; it was the rise and fall of Ivor’s huge chest, your mattress of choice for your late afternoon nap. And, you actually were being hugged, just not by the sun. He was the source of all of your warmth and comfort.

The mattress in question was shifting, wiggling underneath you as though he had reached his limit for sitting still. Taking a glance at the clock on the nightstand next to your bed, you saw that it had only been about 10 minutes since you first laid down together.

Ivor was not great with naps. Or sitting still, in general. He was usually moving from the second he woke up in the morning, right until he was back in his bed at night. You knew this, and greatly appreciated his effort to meet your needs like this. Still, after a long day of running around and training since the crack of dawn, you weren’t willing to let the quiet moment go quite yet. Surely he could indulge you a little longer.

You nuzzled your face against his chest, enjoying the feeling of his heavy hand on your upper back. “Ivy, just relax for a minute,” you sighed, words coming out slightly muffled as your cheek was squished against his hard pec.

You couldn’t see his face, but you could feel the way his strong body tensed with excitement at the sound of your voice. You could also hear the giddy energy in his voice, and could visualize a happy tail-wag as he spoke. “Darling! You’re awake!”

You lifted your arms to cross over his chest, resting your chin on your forearms and smiling up at him with sleepy, hooded eyes. You were right, he was staring down at you with sparkling, energetic eyes and his usual happy grin. “Am now. Did you even try to nap?”

His right hand came up to smooth your hair back, his touch purposefully featherlight as he brushed a lock away from your eyes. “You overestimate my ability to remain composed at times like this. I can’t sleep with you this close to me.”

You could feel a blush settle across your cheeks and you shoved your face back into his chest, knowing he was being 100% candid. He could be so unintentionally smooth with his straight-forward honesty. His hand started moving up and down your back soothingly, the other resting on your waist, and you could feel him rumble with quiet laughter. “I’m sorry for waking you so soon. I’ll try to be still if you’d like to continue your nap.

“I’m not sleepy anymore,” you confessed, peeking up at him. You could practically see some wheels turning in his head before he lit up again, catching the meaning in your tone. You pulled yourself up his body until you were face to face with him, and he didn’t hesitate to lean up and kiss you excitedly. His kisses were almost always energetic and quick, more like messy pecks as he couldn’t decide where he wanted his lips to be. You would never ask for anything else as you tried to match his energy, kissing him back with as much love and affection as you could muster.

His arms tightened, cradling you against his body as he trailed kisses over your cheek, up to your forehead and down the other side until he made it back to your lips. His arms were like a vice grip, but he was also so careful not to hurt you. He trusted you to let him know if he ever got out of hand, and you trusted him implicitly to never harm you. You couldn’t help but giggle from the sweet attention, heart swelling with affection for your giant boyfriend. As he ducked his head to begin trailing kisses down your neck instead, you could admit that this was far, far better than taking a nap.

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I don't think I'm going to post it on tumblr but AO3 as a slightly spicy chapter 2 if anyone is interested -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/73882811/chapters/192731541#workskin

[nogitsune-the]

So cute ❤️

[tamerjustine]

Ivor x GN!Reader headcannons

A/N: 1st time writing x reader, expect some minor/amateur writing errors here and there, as well as maybe small characterization errors; I just finished PLZA and my memory is a fresh but a little spotty, I tried my best to keep Ivor IC. GN!Reader so everyone can enjoy this sweetheart hunk of a man.

!!! Minor spoilers for PLZA, play up to Rank D promotion match !!!

Himbo (in the most affectionate manner in existence)

Man is 6 ft and 13 inches of Excitement, Impulse, Golden Retriever energy, and Justice™️

WAY too excitable; Hugs and Tackles are a must. On-Sight.

Loves to yap and loves to listen to you even more. Im talking the most whimsical stare, ear-to-ear smile, probably legs-kicking in the air, face in his hands, invested level listener. Will even invite his Falinks out of its pokeball to join in listening to you.

Your personal space is his; You wouldnt have much of a choice in this matter if you tried.

Loves to Hug you with all he’s got, and that has wrapped up some medical bills as well as chiropractor appointments.

Something Gwynn will tell you on the side: If Ivor doesnt break his Rotomphone idly, He will break it the minute you exist. Be that you sending him a text/call or him scrolling by your name on his own.

Extra Gwynn cameo, She 3rd wheels a good percentage of the time (at least regarding over the Rotomphone). Be that returning a text or having to hold the phone for Ivor, he’s THAT excitable.

Heartbroken — NAY, inconsolable once you need to leave. Why can’t he come with you? Why are you leaving?? WHAT OTHERWORLDLY FORCE DECIDES TO SUBJECT HIM TO THIS TRAGEDY?!?? WHY?!?? Falinks is just as saddened though more so stubborn, creating a formation by the exit way. (Gwynn helps comfort him dw, shes got you covered)

[nogitsune-the]

I love this man so much 💓

[nogitsune-the]

I'm playing pokemon legend of z-a and I love Ivor so much!!!!!! Does anyone know any good fics about him??? Please I am craving it!